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A painful repetitious cycle,

With no escape in sight.

No matter how much hope we have,

Or how hard we fight.

Even with new knowledge,

We still can't break the mould.

We have to keep on trying though,

There’s still more pain that we can hold.

But to truly free ourselves,

And live our path that’s true.

We need to see what's hard to see,

That there’s much more that we can do.

It’s sometimes bittersweet,

And like an open door.

All we really need to do,

Is to become much more.